"I..." Yun Shu's lips trembled, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito, "I... My family is in ruins, my relatives are separated... I live here... Just... Just to find a way to survive..." She chose the vaguest and safest statement, and tears filled her eyes uncontrollably, sliding down her pale cheeks.
Huo Yan looked at her crying silently. The fragility and deep sorrow were so real that they didn't seem to be fake. The doubts in my heart were not completely dispelled, but looking at her pale and haggard appearance, with unwiped blood marks still appearing on her lips, the boiling anger and urge to question were strangely replaced by a strong, almost suffocating pain.
